He wore a kind face and carried an aura of calm certainty. It was Dr. Andrews, Harley’s surgeon and the person who had overseen her thyroid operation. He noted the tears on her cheeks, the papers on her lap, and the exhaustion in her eyes.
“Harley, is everything alright? You seem distressed,” Dr. Andrews inquired with genuine concern.
Harley took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. “My husband just asked for a divorce,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Andrews frowned, his compassion radiating through his professional demeanor. “I’m sorry to hear that. It’s unfortunate he couldn’t see the strength in your vulnerability,” he said, gently taking the divorce papers from her hands. “But you have the strength to rebuild, Harley. Remember that.”
